And keeps his fires divine

Forever bright, nor darkly doubts there be not

Enough of grace and power

Within those eyes that glower

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To read his soul. To him they are not blind,

For some dim, undefined

Reward of faith that thrills his untaught breast

Links up his baser mind

To the clear eyes of God that burn behind

The stony brow. It is a creed professed

Before a deity not quenched in space,

But one to whom his bands

Can lift adoring hands,

And see and touch and worship face to face.

III.

Ears have they, but they hear not:

Yet the heathen kneel and pray,

Nor in their madness say:

"Thou art no god, and therefore I will fear not;

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